ll K Hamilton Some days the lion eats you, but some times you shove your arm down it's throat and pull it's visera out through it's mouth and kill it. Of course, sometimes it bites your arm off, and then eats you, but you tried, that's what counts. Some days it's not about winning, but about fighting. If you don't try, the lion will most definetely eat you. But sometimes when you put your all into something, and don't give up even when the odds are so against you, you surprise the lion and yourself, and you win.

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write

What does it mean when the monsters are so afraid of you that you make them cry? That maybe monster depends on which end of the gun your on, or that I was just that good at my job.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

I wasn't like most girls.

I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.